I'll be glad when this is all done

So, yesterday was not my favorite Tuesday ever. I woke up at 5:30 because I had to make my way to Holly's house for the 8 am feeding. I had plenty of extra time, and I could have kept sleeping, but I was too nervous about the break-in and other things to sleep.

I got there and learned very quickly how to feed a baby. I don't think I had done that since the twins were little. We prepared everyone for a big trip to visit my mom, and we spent the majority of the day with three infants in Richardson. We had to stick around for a while, since dad really loves babies. He got home from work at 4:30 and got an opportunity to feed Beau. 

That put me off my schedule pretty seriously, since I had to get home, clean up, make it to trivia before eight, and somehow check on the Modella house.

It turns out that I only had time after I left Holly's house to get home, shower (Wyatt puked on me) and get to trivia on time. Cas agreed to take me by Modella after the game was over.

We played, but we only came in fourth place. Not exactly our best showing, but maybe I was a little off my game because I had spent so much time dealing with crap lately, both figuratively and literally. 

Since the people who broke into my house on Modella also managed to steal my spare house keys and my spare car keys, I felt it was necessary to return to the house and check on it at least once a day. It was a good thing, too. The people who broke in left an extra window open for themselves so that they could return. Oh, fantastic. I checked every window at least twice before we left last night. 

Through the open window, they went in and unlocked the front and back doors. I assumed they were looking for the car to which they now have a key. It was not there. In fact we arrived that night in Cas' car. 

I went ahead and called the police, even though nothing new was missing. I thought it was smart to report the crime. I called them at 11, and by 1:30 in the morning, we decided it was just getting too late. I called them back, and explained to them that I did not want to sleep in a house that has been burglarized more than once, so please cancel the officer that might be on the way. It's incredibly frustrating, and there's nothing I can do about it today, as I am writing this with the voice-to-speech feature on my phone while driving over to Holly's house for round two with the trio of infants.

I believe Wyatt made a face that expresses my feelings about yesterday perfectly: